To Catch A Falling Star

He was wound up and painfully hard by the time the second half of the evening rolled around. When she deliberately swirled her tongue around her drink straw — well, that was it. He grabbed her by the arm, yanking her with him. “I’m taking you home,” he growled. 

“Now?” she feigned surprise. “But it’s still early.”

“I’m taking you home.”

When they reached her home, he was practically shoving her up the stairs towards his room so he could have his way with her. She smirked, taking the stairs one delicate step at a time.  “Impatient, are we? Yuushi, you know I can’t walk in these heels very well--”

“Shut up.” He immediately scooped her up in his arms, making her yelp, and started taking three stairs in every step until he reached his bedroom.

After he locked the door, he whirled to face her, the look in his eyes practically feral. His hands went to tug at her dress. “This. Off,” he commanded. 

She obliged, but took her time removing each garment, giving him a show until she was entirely naked. He shed his own clothes at a record speed.

“Like what you see?” she asked, lip curving seductively.

He practically pounced on her, pushing her onto the bed, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. “You know I do,” he said, palming her curves. “God you were such a tease tonight.” His lips found her neck, nipping the skin there. “Trying to seduce me like that. I wanted to bend you over the banquet table and take you in front of everyone.”

Her thighs clenched at his words. “Mm.. ah… probably- would’ve- made the party more interesting,” she said in between the frantic meeting of their lips.

“You were toying with me because you were bored?” His tongue worked against his cheek. “Think you need to be taught a lesson.” He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, one hand at the nape of her neck, pushing her head down into the pillow. He smirked, hearing her sharp gasp. “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like being manhandled like this?”

She nodded, whimpering incoherent words into the pillow.

“God, you’re gorgeous like this.” He dipped two fingers into her wetness, tracing slow circles around her center. 

Minako cocked her head to the side. “Well, don’t keep me waiting,” she whined, wiggling her ass at him enticingly.

Crack! He smacked her on the left cheek. “Behave,” he said roughly, his breath hot in her ear, the words causing arousal to shoot straight to her core.

“Yuushi… I’m ready,” she whined again. “I just need you inside me, please.”

“Don’t know if you deserve it,” he grunted, positioning himself behind her, rutting against her slightly. “Being such a tease at dinner. Trying to get me hard.” He plunged two fingers into her, making her cry out. As he withdrew them, she bucked back against him, but he kept her held down with one hand on her neck. 

“Yuushi—”

He pressed his hard length against her thigh. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” His hand wrapped around her throat, not quite squeezing, but a reminder that he was in control.

“Yes, yes anything—” she choked out. “Please Yuushi, just— I need you—”  

“I love it when you beg.” In one sharp thrust, he buried himself within her. Her back arched as she gasped, she nearly came right then. 

“Yuushi… that feels so good,” she breathed, her body jolting forward with every move, hands desperately fisting the sheets for something to cling onto. 

His hips snapped against hers, setting a punishing pace even as the minutes wore on. “Fuck, yes,” he cursed under his breath. His hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her back towards him with every move. “You’re— ah, so fucking perfect, Minako, you know that? You’re so perfect, were you made to fit me?”

His words of praise encouraged a familiar tightness to form. “I’m close, Yuushi…” she babbled, clutching the bedsheet underneath. “I’m close… I’m so close...”

“Already?” He chuckled as he pounded into her. “Such an eager girl. Getting off so quickly.” He punctuated each word with a spank.

“Yuushi...” Her breath quickened, vision starting to blur. “I’m...  I’m gonna—”

He suddenly slowed down and fisted one hand in her brown hair, yanking her head back to trail kisses down her jaw and the side of her neck. “Who do you belong to, hmm?” he murmured in that low Kansai dialect.

“I… what?”

“Tell me, princess…” His hips rolled, drawing out the thrust, making her moan under him. “Behave, and I’ll give you what you want.” He slicked one finger with his tongue, and used it to apply pressure against her clit.

“Oh god, Yuushi…” Her jaw was going slack with pleasure, writhing under him.

“Say it…” he said, withdrawing completely to grind against her at achingly slow pace. “Say it.”

“I’m yours—” she panted helplessly. “I’m yours, Yuushi, please! Please just—” Whatever words she was saying were lost on her lips as he slammed into her again, increasing his speed until she was crying out, shivering beneath him. A few more thrusts and he followed her over the edge, groaning lowly in her neck.  

“Holy hell,” he croaked as they both collapsed in a sweaty heap onto the bed. His thighs were practically quaking with exertion, but he managed to push himself upright. “Be right back,” he murmured, before going to the bathroom to clean up. 

He reemerged with a damp towel, tenderly cleaning the mess on her, before tossing it into the laundry and pulling her into his arms. “You okay?” he asked, pressing his lips to her hairline as he stroked her hair. “I wasn’t too rough?”

“I’m great,” she murmured contently, snuggling against him. “Damn Yuushi, I’m going to have to tease you more often if it means getting punished like that.”

He reached down to spank her bottom lightly, making her squeal. “Naughty girl.”

She curled up closer, resting her head on his chest. “Yours,” she corrected, stifling a yawn.

“What?” he said, feeling his heart go warm and soft.

“Your naughty girl,” she repeated sleepily, her eyelids already starting to droop.

He smiled. “Mine,” he echoed quietly, almost mournfully, as she drifted to sleep in his arms. “Mine.” For a moment, he even dared to believe it.

But they both knew she would leave in the morning after. They both knew he would pretend he didn’t care, pretend he was ok with it, pretend he wasn’t affected by it. They both knew that all it took was another look, a text, a smile, from her, and they would do this all over again.

In these moments, he could pretend she was his. But in reality, every little piece of him, every broken and battered part of his heart, body, and soul — belonged to her and to her only.

That, they both knew.

SMUT #14: Behave. I wrote Oshitari Yuushi with my OC, Shigohara Minako because... yeah.  A/N: Jesus, this is filthy. Y’all did this to me, I hope you know that. This is also my first time writing smut wahoo hope you’re pleased with it. Now I’m off to find holy water or something. Y’all are going to look at me so differently from now on wtf did I just do

NSFW under the cut, do not read unless over 18+.

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (use protection in real life pls), pure smut, mild dirty talk, Oshitari is kind of a dom here, sub OC, mild choking/breathplay if you squint, mini-angst near the end, i’m sorry this is pwp filth.

Oshitari Yuushi was beyond frustrated.

It was another one of those fancy gala events, where the upper crust and their offspring dressed in formal wear and exchanged pleasantries over thousand-dollar-pours of vintage champagne. Tonight was celebrating the jasmine flower first bloom - or something equally trivial, it was always just an excuse to hold a party. There was one every other week; he was used to it.

Except. Except. What he wasn’t used to was one Shigohara Minako, the current subject of his affection, taking every opportunity to toy with him. It started with a few “accidental” grazes here and there, teasing smiles and winks. As the evening went on, her moves got bolder - she’d slid her bare leg against his under the poker table. When he shot her a warning look, she’d bitten her lip and raised her brows coyly.

He was wound up and painfully hard by the time the second half of the evening rolled around. When she deliberately swirled her tongue around her drink straw — well, that was it. He grabbed her by the arm, yanking her with him. “I’m taking you home,” he growled. 

“Now?” she feigned surprise. “But it’s still early.”

“I’m taking you home.”

When they reached her home, he was practically shoving her up the stairs towards his room so he could have his way with her. She smirked, taking the stairs one delicate step at a time.  “Impatient, are we? Yuushi, you know I can’t walk in these heels very well--”

“Shut up.” He immediately scooped her up in his arms, making her yelp, and started taking three stairs in every step until he reached his bedroom.

After he locked the door, he whirled to face her, the look in his eyes practically feral. His hands went to tug at her dress. “This. Off,” he commanded. 

She obliged, but took her time removing each garment, giving him a show until she was entirely naked. He shed his own clothes at a record speed.

“Like what you see?” she asked, lip curving seductively.

He practically pounced on her, pushing her onto the bed, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. “You know I do,” he said, palming her curves. “God you were such a tease tonight.” His lips found her neck, nipping the skin there. “Trying to seduce me like that. I wanted to bend you over the banquet table and take you in front of everyone.”

Her thighs clenched at his words. “Mm.. ah… probably- would’ve- made the party more interesting,” she said in between the frantic meeting of their lips.

“You were toying with me because you were bored?” His tongue worked against his cheek. “Think you need to be taught a lesson.” He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, one hand at the nape of her neck, pushing her head down into the pillow. He smirked, hearing her sharp gasp. “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like being manhandled like this?”

She nodded, whimpering incoherent words into the pillow.

“God, you’re gorgeous like this.” He dipped two fingers into her wetness, tracing slow circles around her center. 

Minako cocked her head to the side. “Well, don’t keep me waiting,” she whined, wiggling her ass at him enticingly.

Crack! He smacked her on the left cheek. “Behave,” he said roughly, his breath hot in her ear, the words causing arousal to shoot straight to her core.

“Yuushi… I’m ready,” she whined again. “I just need you inside me, please.”

“Don’t know if you deserve it,” he grunted, positioning himself behind her, rutting against her slightly. “Being such a tease at dinner. Trying to get me hard.” He plunged two fingers into her, making her cry out. As he withdrew them, she bucked back against him, but he kept her held down with one hand on her neck. 

“Yuushi—”

He pressed his hard length against her thigh. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” His hand wrapped around her throat, not quite squeezing, but a reminder that he was in control.

“Yes, yes anything—” she choked out. “Please Yuushi, just— I need you—”  

“I love it when you beg.” In one sharp thrust, he buried himself within her. Her back arched as she gasped, she nearly came right then. 

“Yuushi… that feels so good,” she breathed, her body jolting forward with every move, hands desperately fisting the sheets for something to cling onto. 

His hips snapped against hers, setting a punishing pace even as the minutes wore on. “Fuck, yes,” he cursed under his breath. His hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her back towards him with every move. “You’re— ah, so fucking perfect, Minako, you know that? You’re so perfect, were you made to fit me?”

His words of praise encouraged a familiar tightness to form. “I’m close, Yuushi…” she babbled, clutching the bedsheet underneath. “I’m close… I’m so close...”

“Already?” He chuckled as he pounded into her. “Such an eager girl. Getting off so quickly.” He punctuated each word with a spank.

“Yuushi...” Her breath quickened, vision starting to blur. “I’m...  I’m gonna—”

He suddenly slowed down and fisted one hand in her brown hair, yanking her head back to trail kisses down her jaw and the side of her neck. “Who do you belong to, hmm?” he murmured in that low Kansai dialect.

“I… what?”

“Tell me, princess…” His hips rolled, drawing out the thrust, making her moan under him. “Behave, and I’ll give you what you want.” He slicked one finger with his tongue, and used it to apply pressure against her clit.

“Oh god, Yuushi…” Her jaw was going slack with pleasure, writhing under him.

“Say it…” he said, withdrawing completely to grind against her at achingly slow pace. “Say it.”

“I’m yours—” she panted helplessly. “I’m yours, Yuushi, please! Please just—” Whatever words she was saying were lost on her lips as he slammed into her again, increasing his speed until she was crying out, shivering beneath him. A few more thrusts and he followed her over the edge, groaning lowly in her neck.  

“Holy hell,” he croaked as they both collapsed in a sweaty heap onto the bed. His thighs were practically quaking with exertion, but he managed to push himself upright. “Be right back,” he murmured, before going to the bathroom to clean up. 

He reemerged with a damp towel, tenderly cleaning the mess on her, before tossing it into the laundry and pulling her into his arms. “You okay?” he asked, pressing his lips to her hairline as he stroked her hair. “I wasn’t too rough?”

“I’m great,” she murmured contently, snuggling against him. “Damn Yuushi, I’m going to have to tease you more often if it means getting punished like that.”

He reached down to spank her bottom lightly, making her squeal. “Naughty girl.”

She curled up closer, resting her head on his chest. “Yours,” she corrected, stifling a yawn.

“What?” he said, feeling his heart go warm and soft.

“Your naughty girl,” she repeated sleepily, her eyelids already starting to droop.

He smiled. “Mine,” he echoed quietly, almost mournfully, as she drifted to sleep in his arms. “Mine.” For a moment, he even dared to believe it.

But they both knew she would leave in the morning after. They both knew he would pretend he didn’t care, pretend he was ok with it, pretend he wasn’t affected by it. They both knew that all it took was another look, a text, a smile, from her, and they would do this all over again.

In these moments, he could pretend she was his. But in reality, every little piece of him, every broken and battered part of his heart, body, and soul — belonged to her and to her only.